Fate/Bastard First Simulation In Britain as Morgan's husband

[You didn't expect Morgan to mention this.]

[After all, just a second ago, she was still talking to you about the wheat fields.]

[And more importantly—Artorius kissing you happened some time ago.]

[How did Morgan find out?]

[You felt that something was a little off.]

"Princess, things might be a little different from what you think, I..."

"Shut up."

Before Ian could finish speaking, Morgan pressed her slender finger against his lips.

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

"My foolish knight—"

Morgan still appeared calm on the surface.

But Ian could feel that the force she was using on the back of his hand had increased a little.

Later—

There would probably be another storm of blood.

[You carried Morgan towards Camelot.]

[She didn't introduce the wheat fields to you like she did just now.]

[You returned to the royal capital.]

[You entered the royal court in the envious eyes of the people, and no one noticed that something was wrong.]

[You returned to the room.]

[Everything was arranged the same as before you left, as if nothing had changed.]

With a click, the room door closed.

Morgan pushed Ian onto the bed.

She didn't even take off her luxurious robe, just hovered above Ian.

Her hands supported her on either side of Ian's ears, and the soft bed was pressed into two depressions.

Her beautiful silver hair fell from her shoulders, hanging on the knight's face like willow branches.

Her proud chest was wrapped in a robe, outlining a smooth and eye-catching curve.

Her waist stood above Ian's waist like a floating bridge, and her buttocks were slightly raised, making the robe fall like a waterfall, draped over the edge of the bed.

Her left knee supported her on the outside of Ian's thigh, and her right knee leaned forward a little, pressing against a more threatening place.

"Tell me, who is that wild woman?"

Morgan's finger gently stroked Ian's lips, leaving a shallow mark.

"Tell me sooner, let me kill her."

"Princess, please listen to me..."

"I don't want to listen." Morgan put a little force on her right knee.

"Ian, I just want you to answer this question now."

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Okay, okay!" Ian raised his hands above his head. "Princess, I'll talk, I'll talk now."

"It's Artorius."

Morgan's eyes widened a little in an instant, and her deep pupils seemed to be able to swallow Ian.

Her knee used a bit of force in a very threatening place, and she became a lot more impatient, losing her usual coldness.

"Why is it this name again!"

"Didn't you say you would kill her when you saw her next time?!"

"..."

"..."

"Ian, why don't you talk?" Morgan glared at the knight under her.

"Don't you feel pain?"

"Princess, of course I feel pain." Ian's face was tense. "But Princess, if this way can make you calm down a little, it's not impossible."

[Morgan heard your words.]

[She realized that she was a little emotional.]

[She temporarily released her knee.]

[She looked at you.]

"Well, I've calmed down now."

Morgan adjusted her posture slightly, making herself look less aggressive.

But looking at the knight under her, there was still uncontrollable emotion in her eyes.

"If you have anything to say, say it now."

"Understood, Princess."

Ian wasn't afraid of Morgan's eyes.

"Princess, you're right."

"According to your order, I should have killed Artorius when I saw her."

"But in fact, I can't do that—she is protected by powerful magic."

Ian grabbed Morgan's hand.

"Princess, I saw the same petals as before, maybe that magician is playing tricks again."

[Morgan didn't doubt your words.]

[Because from the previous few contacts, she did feel the power of that unseen magician.]

[Her attitude softened a little.]

"Ian, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"Princess, if I want to lie to you, this reason is too lame."

Ian, who was pressed on the bed, answered Morgan's question calmly.

"It's obviously a better lie to tell you that I've never seen Artorius."

Holding Ian's hand, Morgan turned her face slightly—this was a sign that she knew she was wrong.

But she always corrected her mistakes, but never admitted them.

"Then why did she leave a kiss mark on your face?"

"Princess, I think I have to confess something to you—Artorius is actually a woman affected by magic, she seems to have a special feeling for me."

Ian said it very bluntly, which was met with Morgan's silence.

After a while, she spoke again with some hesitation:

"So... because of this special feeling, you took the initiative to let her kiss you?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"Although you may not believe it, Princess, this is what she did when I was unprepared."

"As expected."

Morgan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I knew you didn't have the guts—that woman, I'll figure out everything sooner or later, and then kill her!"

"Princess, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask."

"You, you didn't actually know that someone left a kiss on my face, did you?"

If it was Morgan's trick question, then everything could be explained.

Morgan sneered.

"What? You don't allow me to question you about these things as your wife?"

"No." Ian shook his head. "I didn't mean that."

"I just thought we could trust each other more."

"..."

Morgan bent down and leaned in front of Ian.

"Where did that wild woman Artorius kiss you?"

"Probably here..."

Ian covered a place on his cheek—although there was no trace on it, he still remembered the location.

"Heh." Morgan's eyes showed disdain.

"It seems that this wild woman also knows that she's guilty—"

"But I'm open and honest."

After saying this, Morgan lowered her head, held Ian's cheek, and kissed his lips.

The distance between their hearts and bodies grew closer and closer.

The princess's robe and the knight's casual clothes were on the floor of the room.

The long-lost passion was rekindled in the room.

"Ian be sure to remember that"

"YOU"..."ARE"....."MINE". She said between breaths while kissing him.

Ian didn't try anything as previously when he did he had to endure social awkwardness.

After all.

This was the prelude to Morgan's announcement of some things.

This time Ian lost.